Mom was only thirty-seven, so I wasn't surprised that she quickly found a boyfriend after our father ran off with his paramour. His name was Yura, and I liked him immediately - a very serious businessman in his forties, who would drop by in a nice car and pick up my mother giggling for a few hours. He would always bring her back, happy and refreshed. I was glad that my mother was doing well in her personal life, but I wasn't. It had been two months since I turned eighteen, and I hadn't even been on a date. Of course, there was a logical explanation for this - I spent most of the time in my room and banal I did not even have a chance to meet girls, and at university, where I studied, the course were only boys, girls - none. Although it was not just this, since school I did not communicate much with other people, the computer and books were clearly more attractive to me than face-to-face communication.
And so Yura and my mother had been seeing each other for about a week when she suddenly broke the news to me - she and Yura decided to move in together and get married. And my mom insisted that I move in with her. I didn't particularly mind, since Yuri's house was big and I didn't really want to cook for myself. Getting used to mentally call Yuri a stepfather, or even better, a father, I and my mother the next day packed and drove to a country cottage community, where my new home was located.
And just immediately from the threshold, I was shocked by a surprising picture - behind Yuri, who came out to meet us, down the stairs down the incredibly beautiful girl about my age. A curly blond girl with plump lips and a naive expression on her face - she made me literally open my mouth in admiration. In addition the clothes - the girl wore only a T-shirt that barely covered her thighs, and her slender legs were dressed in slippers. And that was it! If the girl slightly bent over, I would see... I'd see her... It made my eyes swim as I imagined her panties peeking out from under her shirt. But it was even more beautiful.
Yuri followed my gaze and shouted:
- Ksyusha! You're not wearing panties again?
The girl instantly blushed like boiled cancer and turned around, about to go upstairs. I bulged my eyes, not believing what I saw and heard. Just then Yuri jumped up to the girl and pulled up her T-shirt! Fantastic, there were no panties under it, just a perfectly round bare ass!
- Daddy, what are you doing?! - Ksyusha shrieked, covering her butt with her palms.
- And that's it! So you do not make a mess in front of your new brother! By the way, this is Arkasha, meet! - Xusha looked at me frightened, sighed, put her eyes to the floor, raised her hand and waved. I, feeling like a complete fool, waved back.
Then an exact copy of Ksyusha appeared from the living room - only she had two ponytails in elastic bands in her hair and a short tank top instead of a long t-shirt which exposed her tummy and denim miniskirts. She stopped and waved to me, too.
- And this is Sasha. She's our eldest, she was born two minutes earlier than Ksyusha," Yuri said.
- Why didn't you tell me about them in the first place? - I finally regained the power of speech. - How could you hide such a, such a... Such a beauty?
Ksyusha blushed again, and Sashenka cheeks just slightly touched the blush, apparently she was less bashful.
- Arkasha, calm down! - My mother sat me down on the sofa, though we hadn't even unpacked our suitcases yet. - There's one question that we need to discuss now.
The girls sat on the other couch, and my mother with Yuri in a chair, and my mother, giggling, settled on my "new daddy" on his lap.
- The thing is that Ksyusha and Sasha turned eighteen not so long ago. They have young bodies that crave... thirsty... - Mom hesitated and looked at Yuri for support.
- Love! - Dad muttered, squeezing his mother's palm. Obviously, he was very worried.
- Well... Yes. Love. But they don't want to have relationships with their peers. For completely inexplicable reasons!
- Why inexplicable? These peers just want to walk, date, and socialize! It's wildly uncomfortable, we're home girls! That's not what we want!
- Well, what is it? - Mom asked.
- Well... It is difficult to explain. We want to kiss and cuddle and get our breasts and asses pawed, but... No relationship! Relationships are so complicated! - Sashenka pouted.
- What's complicated? - It was my turn to ask. I absolutely did not understand what these two little angels need.
- Everything! Have a conversation, have something in common with the guy, and also... They're bound to want sex! When you think about it, about condoms, possible pregnancy, the pill, and so on and so forth... It makes me want to give up! - Ksyusha said sadly, she was still not wearing panties, so she sat with her knees pressed together and was constantly adjusting her T-shirt.
- And you... aren't you interested in sex at all? - my mother clarified.
- Actually... actually interested! But only oral! We watched so many videos, and about blowjobs, and cunnilingus! We even practiced it on each other, but we would like to try it with a boy... But not with our dorky classmates, but with a normal one! - And for some reason Sashenka looked at me. I suddenly noticed that she had nothing under her blouse and nipples are gradually increasing in size.
- Nor... normal? - My dick was ready to burst from what I had just heard.
- Well, yes," the girls cheerfully nodded. But Daddy tempered their enthusiasm.
- So, because of their irrepressible desires Xusha and Sasha constantly walk around the house half-naked, kissing and touching each other for... all sorts of places. This is totally unacceptable! That's why your mother and I wanted to ask you, Arkash... I don't know how to say it... - my father hesitated and asked for my mother's support.
- We wanted to ask you to keep an eye on Sasha and Ksyusha, so that they... To observe the boundaries of decency! For example, if they kissed, then... You have to kiss them next. And if they start fondling each other, then you... You have to get involved. To keep them in control and not get too carried away! Of course, it all has to be within reason, no nudity, on the contrary, you have to stop it at all costs! And even more so... - And certainly no oral sex between you and the girls! I'm not talking about regular sex!
- And between me and Sasha? - Ksyusha squeaked.
- You... You can do it as much as you want, but only in front of me and Dad, so we can see that everything is all right!
- How can we see, if you have forbidden us to appear without panties? Do you have any idea how to make cunny with your panties on?
- I don't know. Think of something. Some less depraved cunny positions. Look on the Internet, think about it. But I'm sick of your naked bodies! So now for every such transgression will be punished! - Daddy said.
- What kind of punishment? - We exhaled at once with the girls.
- Tickling! - Daddy answered. - We thought for a long time about what you are most afraid of and decided that tickling is the best! That's it. Now go and show Arkasha your rooms. But remember, no blow jobs. Strictly forbidden. Fondle each other, kiss each other, but don't give a blow job. Just like cunny, Arkasha, do you hear? The sisters can do it to each other only in front of us, but you can't do it to them under any circumstances!
- But why? Why such restrictions?! - Sashenka was indignant.
- It's elementary rules of decency! Imagine if we allowed it! You won't get off each other, it will be an orgy twenty-four hours a day!
- No, Daddy, we just a little! - Ksyusha said.
- Not just a little! At least today for sure. We'll see how you comply with these rules, and then, if you behave well, maybe we'll make some changes. Is that clear?
- I see... - the girls nodded sadly.
- So what about the rooms? Will you show them to Arkasha? And then don't forget to show him his own room, too, where he will live.
- Hey, which room will he go to first? How do you decide? - the girls screamed.
- I don't know, draw lots!
The twins got up from the couch and started looking for something to use as a lottery. Xuesha bent over to the night table, and then my father's eyes widened.
- So, Ksyusha, are you still not wearing panties?
- Oh, sorry, Daddy, I forgot, we were having such an interesting conversation!
- Go to your room! And at the same time your argument is solved - the first room will be Ksyusha!
And we went upstairs - first Ksyusha, then Sashenka, and then the third me. I would have had a wonderful view of Ksyusha's innermost parts, but she diligently covered herself with her hands, both behind and in front. Sasha, taking advantage of the fact that Xenia could not fight back, began to squeeze her tits and kiss her neck. Ksyushenka tried to elbow her sister away, but she was relentless. Remembering the rules my parents had established, I walked up behind Sasha and touched her breasts for the first time in my life. She was soft and tender, even through her blouse. I leaned over and touched Sasha's neck with my lips, just as she had done to Xusha, and then I tried to open her blouse with my fingers and feel her naked breasts.
Sasha had to pull away from Xenia and stop my hands. I recoiled when suddenly Sasha turned to me and pressed her face into mine. Her lips touched mine, and I smelled a minty, lollipop-like scent and a faint flavor of shampoo. Kind of peachy. The blood rushed to my head, it was my first kiss! But alas, not only to the head.
Sashulya immediately felt something wrong, moved away and stared at my shorts. There was already a noticeable bulge. She opened her mouth in surprise and began to stroke me there with her palms, bringing my back and legs to sweet spasms. I cringed and felt as if I could not stand the overexposure.
- Hey, careful, he might...
- What? Come? - She smiled at my sister. She slyly grasped the elastic band of my shorts and pulled them down. My dick jumped out to its long-awaited freedom and stared at the newfound sisters with its only eye.
- Wow," Ksyusha kneeled down right in front of me, so that my dick was swinging millimeters from her pretty face.
